Today I received a new t-shirt in the mail from Tom - with the print "It don't mean a thing if it ain't Gottaswing". I really like it and wore it to the dance along with my tango shoes. Maybe it was this fact that made me braver than usual: I asked loads of guys to dance, expervienced ones: Finn, someone whose name I don't know, Ted and Henrik. A few guys asked me - two of them are called Anders, funnily enough.
Fuck.. my legs and feet are aching like mad. I wish I could sleep for ten hours tonight. My body could use it.
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